Stepping Stones

Chapter Six (6): No Luck

About an hour of driving later, we decided that since we had no luck we might as well go to sleep. We said Josh could stay the night because he didn't have Jentrie's number, so they couldn't communicate. We got back to our house and immediately fell asleep.
At about 10:00 we woke up and got dressed when suddenly we heard a crash coming from our attic. I rushed up there to take a look. When I got up there, I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Parker! Help me!" Jentrie screamed, making me flinch. That Vincent guy was IN. OUR. ATTIC! He stood in a dark corner and had Jentrie about 5 feet away from him in a really small cage. "Parker, stop daydreaming! Come here and help me!" Jentrie yelled again. That's when I did something I never dared to do before. I ran downstairs, picked up Josh, and carried him into the attic. "Josh!" Jentrie yelled with excitement. "Misty! Um...I mean...Jentrie..." He stuttered. "I don't care what my name is, just please help me!" Jentrie screamed. "Why would I help you when you lied to me..." Josh started to get the feels. "Josh! I...I'm sorry for not telling you my real name. Now help me!" She yelled once more. I finally had enough of the drama. "Josh, you're gonna help her!" I instructed as I picked him up and threw him at Vincent. I started to go after him, but I stepped somewhere I shouldn't have. It sent me plummeting through the ceiling of the floor below me.
"Parker! Were you in the attic?" My mom scolded me. "There's like a war of three people up there! I had to help!" I yelled in response. My mom stared at me for a second and started to laugh. "Do you really think I believe you when you say that?" My mom teases me. "You're supposed to, and go look for yourself. I'm not lying." I replied as she walked outside and climbed the ladder to the attic. "Holy crap! You were right!" My mom says with a lot of expression. She ran towards the corner that Vincent was standing in and attacked the living crap out of him, leaving him with a black eye and a bleeding arm. "H...help...I-I need help." Vincent stuttered and called out for help, but luckily no one heard him. Eventually, he just died. A slow and painful death. I actually felt kind of bad for him. We climbed down the ladder and went inside. "We can leave him in the attic. It's not like anyone knew he was here anyway." My mom suggests. "No, mom! That's just sick! He needs a proper burial!" I redirect my mom. "Fine. We'll need some excuses."